Thursday, December 07, 2006

More knitting stuff.

There's a clever title for a knitting blog, "more knitting stuff", because, you know, I never discuss knitting stuff around here.

Ugh. The temperature's started to fluctuate again and the migraine is back. I feel like I've goth an elephant standing on the bridge of my nose. It's supposed to freeze tonight, and I hope it gets damn cold and stays that way. Then only my asthma will bother me. Ha.

Anyway, I sewed together the Baby Surprise Jacket and got a couple bad photos of the baby in it:

The top photo, you can see the length is a bit on the long side, and get a feel for how the shoulder seams go together. The bottom photo doesn't show a lot, but you can see the sleeve length is okay. I think the gauge is wonky because I knit this really loosely and the garter stitch stretches out in all directions. (And get a load of that pink leopard-skin sweat suit. Yes, Ang, I thought of you when I bought it.)

Better photos will be forthocoming; the Baby was zoned on "Go, Diego, Go!" and when I tried to get her to stand up for me, she had such a whiny hissy fit she wound up getting put down for a nap. I need a good photo to post over at Zimmermania, a group blog I'm part of that's a bunch of people knitting Eilzabeth Zimmerman and Meg Swansen projects.

I started another damn scarf:The dark green one was bound off last night; it's as long as my outstretched arms, unblocked, and I decided that was long enough, regardless of what seemed like a half ball of yarn still left. This new light green one is simple lace netting. Yarn over, knit two together across, then purl back the other way. I can read while doing it, and hope that I'll get it done faster, because of that. (That was the great attraction to the Baby Surprise Jacket.)

I've also suddenly realized (last night) that we have a little less than two weeks before we leave for Ohio, and if I want to do any Christmas baking, I need to do it soon. Normally I enjoy baking (to the point I once considered it a hobby, before my weight hit 150 and kept going up), but not with a baby to ride herd on. Which means I'll be doing my baking in the evenings, when the husbeast's around to watch the baby. Fun, fun. Not to mention, my brother's family has requested date cookies. Since my grandmother and mother died, I'm pretty much the go-to girl for any traditional family recipes, so I always try to take requests when I can. But the date cookies are hell. (Maybe I'll post the recipe here so you can suffer too.)

My mother and grandmother died about six years ago, maybe five months apart. All three of us were really tight, so things were pretty rough for a while. (Espescially since I was also dealing with my broken arm AND the lawsuit from the accident that caused it. Fun times.) It bothers me that neither of them got to meet The Baby. Or she them.

My mother-in-law is very sweet about trying to pick up the slack. (She knew my mother and my grandmother - it's a small town we're from.) I mentioned once that my grandmother and I always made cookies together, and she's standing by, ready to go as soon as The Baby is old enough. :)

Backstory

I'm currently a stay at home mother, freelance writing on my off time, wondering how I became part of the ten thousand year old tradition of raising the kids while creating textiles.
I grew up in NE Ohio dairy country, married a sailor, lived in Hawaii ten years, lived in SC for five years, then moved back to culture shock and confusion.
Nothing but good times ahead.